Peeking GREEN
“In the first tender stirrings of Spring, the soul remembers its own blossoming.”
By Rose Marie Raccioppi, Poet Laureate of Orangetown, New York — Illuminating the sacred pulse of life through word and wonder
Introduction
Spring has forever been my teacher — a whisperer of renewal, a herald of becoming. From childhood to this very breath, the first peeking green has stirred in me a knowing: that life, in its quietest gestures, reveals the sacred. This poem is an offering of that knowing — a celebration of presence, of gratitude, and of the divine pulse that moves through all things.
Peeking GREEN
From days of Spring of my early years, to this very moment, there be a supernal joy from a budding leaf, a budding flower— a dance known within my very soul of BEING. Yes, I, a child born of Spring, of ARIES, of passion, in an ever‑present pulsing call, moment by moment, and so the artist, the poet, the visionary, breath by breath.
Peeking GREEN Perceived joy in this moment real A sense of oneness I shall not conceal The lilting exuberance, the embracing calm Life in all its blossoming, its abundance, its wondrous charm This moment barren of loss, fear, regret or sorrow Holds the promise of BEING, this hour, this day, a tomorrow Behold this moment that is known, and we now to share REJOICE in the MAKER, HE, the light and gift of our care. This spirit, this soul, this life bequeathed to You, to me Ever was, ever is and eternally, shall BE The peeking green, of daffodils yet to arrive in place Hail I delight, for such flowering GOD's gifts of grace.
— Rose Marie Raccioppi
Closing Note
May this moment of “peeking green” awaken in each reader a remembrance of their own becoming — the quiet stirrings, the tender unfoldings, the divine breath that calls us toward light. May we greet each new blossoming, within and around us, with gratitude, wonder, and the joy of simply BEING.
About This Poem
“Peeking GREEN” emerges from a lifelong devotion to the quiet miracles of Spring — the first leaf, the first bud, the first breath of warmth that stirs both memory and spirit. As a child of Spring and of Aries, I have always felt the season’s pulse as a call to creativity, presence, and praise. This poem is an offering of that call: a celebration of oneness, gratitude, and the divine grace revealed in every new blossoming.
Author Bio
Rose Marie Raccioppi is the Poet Laureate of Orangetown, New York, the celebrated APOGEE Poet, and a 2021 New York State Assembly “Woman of Distinction,” honored for her community service, her advocacy for the differently abled, and her devoted role in uplifting the arts.
Her work spans poetry, painting, education, and the healing arts, each guided by a reverence for the sacred interplay between the human soul and the natural world. Through her APOGEE Acu‑Tone® practice and her lifelong commitment to the arts, she supports others in finding harmony, clarity, and creative awakening.
A child of Spring and of Aries, she writes from a place of elemental knowing — where blossoming, becoming, and divine presence meet. Her poetry invites readers into moments of presence, wonder, and renewal.
— Rose Marie Raccioppi • Poet Laureate • Illuminating the sacred pulse of life through word and wonder
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Poetry
Spirituality
Nature
Spring
Creative Writing
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